You censor my senses.

You tell me to close my eyes,

Hiding your sins in my sight.

You tell me to stop seeing.

 

You tell me to close my eyes,

And carry on as if nothing happened.

You tell me to stop seeing

The torture that you inflict.

 

And I carry on as if nothing happened.

I ignore all the warnings.

The torture that you inflict

Has become a part of my life.

 

I ignore all the warnings;

The suspicion and the questioning.

It has become a part of my life

To lie with ease.

 

Your suspicions and questions;

They have killed my spirit.

I lie with ease,

Because the truth would destroy me.

 

My spirit is dead.

I cannot see myself in the mirror.

The truth in my eye torments me.

So I close my eyes; censor my senses.

 

Note: As I mentioned before, I took an online poetry course called “How Writers Write Poetry 2015”, which finished last week. This poem is in a form that I learnt about, called the pantoum. The structure of a pantoum is as follows: There are four lines in a stanza, and the second and fourth lines of a stanza become the first and third lines of the next stanza. The first line of the poem is typically also the last line of the poem. Of all the things that I learnt in this course, this is one of my favourites. 🙂